CHAPTER 339: CHAPTER 309: I BLEW YOU UP! THE DEMON GOD CHU YI APPEARS!

"I’m really angry."

Nan Zhi bit her lip. Her purple eyes were icy cold, shedding a radiant brilliance and condensing into flowing, fiery wings at their corners, filled with an indescribable divinity.

Her silky black hair danced like ribbons as the Nether Flower blossomed, heralding the arrival of death and declaring the Princess’s rage.

A group of lackeys, relying on their master’s power, dared to target her, utterly disregarding the dignity of the Enchanting Demon Queen.

What do you think you are?

With a flick of her wrist, the intricately designed Demon Spear immediately disassembled, automatically reconfiguring into a heavy sniper rifle. Its root-like tendrils writhed and climbed the barrel, resembling the scarlet talons of a coiling dragon.

Blessed Weapon, [Manjushaka].

BANG!

The muzzle let out a dragon’s thunderous roar, distorting the void. A dwarf, who was opportunistically trying to pick up scraps, was instantly forced out, only to meet a bullet aimed squarely at him.

To be precise, it was a dragon’s claw.

The Demon Infant had yet to see clearly. Suspended mid-air, its body was torn apart and engulfed by a mass of purple flames, producing a gnawing sound that set one’s teeth on edge.

The burning of Hellfire, the tearing of claws, and the slow chewing of flesh—these two tortures made the Demon Infant’s suffering unbearable, prompting it to plead, "Ah... please, Fairy, spare me... spare me..."

"No, State Preceptor, save me quickly!"

But just as he was shot, the Blood God Child followed suit. Distracted, he was hit by Nan Zhi’s shot; his bloated left wing blazed with purple fire, and from the flames, a Dragon Soul emerged, intent on devouring him alive.

Determined, he severed the fleshy wing, allowing the charred meat and scarlet blood to spill onto the ground as new flesh sprouted from the wound, rapidly wriggling to heal.

The many immortals and the Golden Decree Divine Spirits were already prepared. Unsure of what trump card the Princess held, none dared to take the lead, so they all focused on relentlessly attacking the Abyss Demons.

We can’t beat the Princess, but surely we can beat this bunch of trash?

Trash.

Witnessing this scene, Wei Wuyang, still at the banquet, frowned in displeasure.

To save face, he transmitted a stream of dragon energy, extinguishing the flames on the Demon Infant. At this moment, he was enveloped in an indescribable noble aura, auspicious light bursting forth, with dragons and phoenixes swirling around him, yet he was confined here, unable to act.

In the Divine Spirit Dojo, not only were the Abyss Demons sealed, but he too was confined, unable to use the Beast Taming Space.

Compared to Nan Zhi, he still held a significant advantage. He was mastering the nine techniques of the Ancestral Dragon, stealing the dynasty’s dragon energy, and had kidnapped the queen of the Lamia tribe, Dan Yu, an apostle of the Church Court.

Everything is within my grasp. I just need to be wary of Nan Zhi’s trump card, and... that Sun God infant I suspect is hiding.

BOOM!

As both sides confronted each other, the void trembled. The entire Imperial City, including the many immortals and Abyss Demons, was overturned and sent sprawling to the ground.

The heavens turned murky. A bone-chilling cold, carried by snowflakes, swept out as an elongated shadow condensed in a corner of the battlefield, from which emerged gigantic hands as vast as mountains and rivers.

These hands seemed to part heaven and earth, forcibly tearing open a passage between the two realms right under everyone’s noses. This formed a bizarre tunnel, dark and deep within, leading to the place where souls return—a nest for rampaging demons.

"This... this thick soul aura... is this the Underworld?"

"It’s an intervention by a great power from the Underworld!"

"Since ancient times, the Mortal World and the Underworld have been separate. In this flourishing age, even that being from the Underworld has joined in!?"

"..."

The immortals and gods were shocked; everyone was astounded.

This was the Underworld, the Holy Land for cultivating the Yin Spirit Technique, one of the retreats for Demon Path Giants—or rather, their ultimate retreat!

In terms of sheer competitiveness, the Underworld followed the law of the jungle: the strong preyed on the weak, and powerful beings were innumerable. Their invasion of the Mortal World... who knew if it was a blessing or a curse.

HISS!

The passage stabilized, light twisting like fanged jaws, from which emerged three flood dragons. Their scales were tightly packed, and they advanced side by side, looking from afar like three sprawling mountain ranges. Their momentum was imposing, capable of shattering mountains and rivers with a single claw.

On the head of the central flood dragon stood a hooded figure. His sleeves fluttered as a voice echoed through the nine heavens, "State Preceptor, as promised, I have arrived."

With these words, a tempest rose in everyone’s hearts. This king, who had ruled the Underworld for a thousand years, had actually been invited by the State Preceptor.

The State Preceptor indeed has vast divine powers and is favored by destiny.

Meanwhile, on the Abyss Demons’ side, morale plummeted. They retreated again and again. The battle was already challenging, and now they faced such a terrifying figure.

"Ghost King, your honored arrival. My apologies for the neglect, please."

Wei Wuyang nodded. A Scouting Technique scanned the Ghost King, verifying it was undoubtedly the Ghost King, identical to the one seen in the Ghost King Hall.

Due to the Ghost King possessing a ’sequence,’ Wei Wuyang was unable to tame him and could only recruit him as an ally.

The Ghost King laughed and soared into the air. The three mountain-sized flood dragons twisted and charged toward the Abyss Demons, rushing to the battlefield.

Above the auspicious clouds, as the Ghost King took his seat, he glanced at Wei Wuyang seated at the head. He naturally noticed the other’s confinement, and his mind began to turn.

He hesitated no longer, striding toward Wei Wuyang. Beneath his hood lay a bizarre, twisted, manic malice that caused him to tremble slightly as he walked.

"Ghost King, stay your steps."

Wei Wuyang frowned. This Ghost King is so rude. Could he have noticed something and be planning to backstab me? Foolish.

As his thoughts raced, they abruptly stalled. The dragon energy he had been secretly siphoning grew thin...

Currently, with the Ghost King’s appearance, the dragon energy he absorbed suddenly faltered, even showing signs of reverse flow.

At this time, the Ghost King removed his hood, revealing a grotesque head sewn from the faces of various beauties. They smiled tenderly, yet their forms radiated terrifying, evil, rotten, and deathly energy.

Exploded!

BOOM!

The Ghost King’s entire Ghost Immortal body transformed into a swarm of flies and maggots, twisting and writhing. Innumerable rustling sounds, noisy and piercing like the low murmurs of a marketplace and bearing extreme malice, engulfed Wei Wuyang, who was confined to the main seat.

The next moment, Wei Wuyang’s immortal body, once adorned with auspicious omens, was afflicted by a curse. It immediately began to rot, covered in wounds from which dense tendrils, eyes, teeth, and blood-red filaments emerged uncontrollably as he mutated.

Even the exquisite delicacies on the banquet tables sprouted myriad beautiful faces. Their lips curled upwards as they emitted malicious, jeering laughter that rose and fell:

"Hee hee... These bones will be dismantled for soup..."

"Opposing Master? We’ll strip your skin and make new clothes!"

"Blehh! (Their tongues flickered out.)"

"..."

The immortals’ banquet on the auspicious clouds had, with the Ghost King’s self-destruction, truly transformed into a bizarre and macabre place!

At that very moment, the three flood dragons charged like tigers into a flock of sheep, rushing into the Grand Array of the Golden Decree Divine Spirits. They voraciously devoured this unsuspecting group of Incense Fire Spirits, killing a dozen or so on the spot.

These Three-Fire Ghost-Faced Flood Dragons were born with spiritual intelligence. They cowered before Chu Yi, the Great Demon God, but struck with heavy fists when faced with a group of incense-offering dogs from the Mortal World!

More importantly, it was a rare major battle, a chance to impress their new master.

As for the Faceless Ghost King? We’re not familiar with him.

The Ghost King’s self-destruction, the three flood dragons’ betrayal—this turn of events instantly brought a lull to the situation.